Last night, I dreamt I was in New York City.  I was riding in the back of a car that must have had a sunroof, because I was lying back and looking up to see all the gorgeous tall buildings as we rode past.  We passed the Chrysler building, which gleamed in the bright sun of a cloudless.  I made a note that I wanted to see the inside of it on this trip.  I was speaking to someone in the car with me, but I don’t know who it was.  Later, my whole family showed up to see me at the hotel (not sure which one).  And I mean my WHOLE family, even those passed on.  They came to see me, and were so happy when I showed up.  I was surrounded by my family and in a fun place, and I was so happy I couldn’t stop smiling.

The smile was still on my face when I woke up.